Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd May 2024 11:21am
WINNER
Ljdynamic
Ljdynamic
Poem of the Month - May 2024
Poetry Contest Description
Three weeks to nominate your favorite poems!
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore, spoken word nominations will be disqualified.
1. Self-nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated. Please make sure your nominee has not won within the last 12 months.
This month's nomination Duration is TWO weeks followed by a week of site voting to get this comp back on track!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2024:
January - Styxian
February - Confluence
March - Thor_Azine
April - Indie
May - Ljdynamic
2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen
March - Betty
April - DaisyGrace
May - Northern_Soul
June - Neves
July - Razzerleaf
August - _feral
September - Adelphina
October - Cipher_O
November - no comp
December - sophos
2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
April - Alan-S-Jeeves
May - _feral
June - Nevermindthegaps
July - Indie
August - inechoingsilence
September - Rianne
October - Bluevelvete
November - Honoria
December - KristinaX
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August - Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII
2020
January - New Beginnings
February - Edible Words
March - Madame Lavender
APRIL - Monkeyman
MAY - Timagination543
JUNE - Lepperochan ( Craic-Dealer
JULY - Strangeways_Rob
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - Daniel Christensen
February - Sophie_Ericson
March - AudioHarleea
April - From the Ash
May - Miss_Sub
June - Naajir
July - Layla
August - Ahavati
September - Miss_Sub
October - Howling_Whelms
November - Johnny Blaze
December - Rachel_Lauren
2018
January - Lady_of_the_Quill
February - ( Craic in a box )
March - Tinabubuya ( Tee Mali )
April - Crowfly
May - AtomicBomb
June - Miss_Sub (Missy)
July - Meadowsweet
August - Layla
September - Cold Fusion
October - Todski28
November - TheMuse22
December - Bender
2017
January - Vee
February - Crimsin
March - Onefiftysix
April - Daniel Christensen
May - Alexander Case
June - Aemelia564
July - The Silly Sibyl (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - Quietusquill
September - Shadoe
October - Poetsrevenge
November - Naajir
December - Poetspeak
2016
November - John Feddeler
December - Ahavati
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore, spoken word nominations will be disqualified.
1. Self-nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated. Please make sure your nominee has not won within the last 12 months.
This month's nomination Duration is TWO weeks followed by a week of site voting to get this comp back on track!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2024:
January - Styxian
February - Confluence
March - Thor_Azine
April - Indie
May - Ljdynamic
2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen
March - Betty
April - DaisyGrace
May - Northern_Soul
June - Neves
July - Razzerleaf
August - _feral
September - Adelphina
October - Cipher_O
November - no comp
December - sophos
2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
April - Alan-S-Jeeves
May - _feral
June - Nevermindthegaps
July - Indie
August - inechoingsilence
September - Rianne
October - Bluevelvete
November - Honoria
December - KristinaX
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August - Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII
2020
January - New Beginnings
February - Edible Words
March - Madame Lavender
APRIL - Monkeyman
MAY - Timagination543
JUNE - Lepperochan ( Craic-Dealer
JULY - Strangeways_Rob
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - Daniel Christensen
February - Sophie_Ericson
March - AudioHarleea
April - From the Ash
May - Miss_Sub
June - Naajir
July - Layla
August - Ahavati
September - Miss_Sub
October - Howling_Whelms
November - Johnny Blaze
December - Rachel_Lauren
2018
January - Lady_of_the_Quill
February - ( Craic in a box )
March - Tinabubuya ( Tee Mali )
April - Crowfly
May - AtomicBomb
June - Miss_Sub (Missy)
July - Meadowsweet
August - Layla
September - Cold Fusion
October - Todski28
November - TheMuse22
December - Bender
2017
January - Vee
February - Crimsin
March - Onefiftysix
April - Daniel Christensen
May - Alexander Case
June - Aemelia564
July - The Silly Sibyl (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - Quietusquill
September - Shadoe
October - Poetsrevenge
November - Naajir
December - Poetspeak
2016
November - John Feddeler
December - Ahavati
Poetry
I fell in love with poetry
Because I know she’ll always answer the call
I know that when we meet
Sparks will fly
And that she will listen and absorb
Poetry was always the one I could turn to
When my ego said I could not present myself
To anyone else
Poetry has always enveloped me
Into her words as an echo of my soul
She has always seen me for who I am
Expressed in different fonts and formats
Past, future and present
She is me
I am poetry
And if I can love her that much
Maybe, I can begin to love me
Because I know she’ll always answer the call
I know that when we meet
Sparks will fly
And that she will listen and absorb
Poetry was always the one I could turn to
When my ego said I could not present myself
To anyone else
Poetry has always enveloped me
Into her words as an echo of my soul
She has always seen me for who I am
Expressed in different fonts and formats
Past, future and present
She is me
I am poetry
And if I can love her that much
Maybe, I can begin to love me
Written by Isgyppie_
(L.C. McQuillen)
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Precious
For thirty-one years
it encircled
my left ring finger.
Smooth band
of ten carat gold.
Repeatedly scratched
and like ocean glass
polished over.
Symbolic of our
union,
our microcosmic
institution.
Ever brilliant
no matter if
the hand gets battered or dirty.
Emblematic
of ostensible fidelity
A burnished beacon
throwing a signal
that this port is full,
all docks are taken.
Though seeming
to become
a part of my anatomy,
With a few
carefully chosen words.
It has become
just a plain golden
remembrance.
that no longer sings
of everlasting romance, love,
or devotion.
it encircled
my left ring finger.
Smooth band
of ten carat gold.
Repeatedly scratched
and like ocean glass
polished over.
Symbolic of our
union,
our microcosmic
institution.
Ever brilliant
no matter if
the hand gets battered or dirty.
Emblematic
of ostensible fidelity
A burnished beacon
throwing a signal
that this port is full,
all docks are taken.
Though seeming
to become
a part of my anatomy,
With a few
carefully chosen words.
It has become
just a plain golden
remembrance.
that no longer sings
of everlasting romance, love,
or devotion.
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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Anonymous
Caged Bird
Not feeling it today
So I'm not gonna write
Forcing the words
Just doesnt seem right
Poetry is an outlet
A place to release
There must be some truth
Within every piece
The meaning is lost
When no purpose is served
Integrity is something
That must be preserved
Pressuring myself
To put something to page
Is equivalent to a bird
Trapped in a cage
Feathers and wings
Yet unable to fly
What is a bird
That can't touch the sky?
So I'm not gonna write
Forcing the words
Just doesnt seem right
Poetry is an outlet
A place to release
There must be some truth
Within every piece
The meaning is lost
When no purpose is served
Integrity is something
That must be preserved
Pressuring myself
To put something to page
Is equivalent to a bird
Trapped in a cage
Feathers and wings
Yet unable to fly
What is a bird
That can't touch the sky?
Written by The_Darkness_Insid
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Anonymous
Bitter Harvest
As I take a bite from this fruit
the flavor is blatantly ash.
Left with a craving on my tongue.
No, I could not hold back the tears.
I have nothing, yet you take more.
And you hate when I start to weep
because it makes you uneasy.
I wish I could just disappear.
So, what are we cultivating?
Seems we only tend when we clash.
And I never get enough sleep
as I constantly live in fear.
I worry about the backlash
of what you sowed as I will reap.
the flavor is blatantly ash.
Left with a craving on my tongue.
No, I could not hold back the tears.
I have nothing, yet you take more.
And you hate when I start to weep
because it makes you uneasy.
I wish I could just disappear.
So, what are we cultivating?
Seems we only tend when we clash.
And I never get enough sleep
as I constantly live in fear.
I worry about the backlash
of what you sowed as I will reap.
Written by Ljdynamic
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White Ink
The poem unwritten
has me smitten.
Curious of what it would say
on a day like today.
When I am at my worst
and the first
thing on my mind upon waking
is taking
on more hours of sleep.
I keep
dozing off between thoughts.
I have been caught
and cradled by depression.
Tears gather as my expression
because I cannot speak.
I am too weak
to pick up a pen
and write again.
Inspiration has not bitten,
leaving the poem unwritten.
has me smitten.
Curious of what it would say
on a day like today.
When I am at my worst
and the first
thing on my mind upon waking
is taking
on more hours of sleep.
I keep
dozing off between thoughts.
I have been caught
and cradled by depression.
Tears gather as my expression
because I cannot speak.
I am too weak
to pick up a pen
and write again.
Inspiration has not bitten,
leaving the poem unwritten.
Written by Ljdynamic
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Memoirs
2024
A dream befell me as I slept
of funnel cloud...aspin;
long latent in my mind, it kept,
until it might begin.
It gave me scenes of wrack and rout
by dark tornadic force,
and as it smashed its course about
I felt a dread remorse.
I knew I was within its path
so to a car I fled
and belted in before the wrath
where Mother Nature tread.
And as the car began to lift,
aswirl and abrupt,
that narrative was cast adrift
when eyelids were...re-upped...
and consciousness made its return
as if to cheat my doom,
wherein I hide, then crash and burn,
while sleeping in my room.
1972
It was a fear I thought long past
left from a mighty storm
where school kids had felt the blast
of classrooms losing form.
And afterward we told our mom
we feared the wind would come,
as we slept, like a nightmare bomb,
with not a clue where from.
2024
And no clue now about a fear
as old as second grade;
a lurking trauma souvenir...
from memory's blockade.
Full fifty years it stayed inert.
What brought it to the fore?
Why would a night of rest alert
me to a bygone roar?
Perchance dreams dance in retrospect
and with the years conflate
with memories... to circumspect...
experience from fate.
A dream befell me as I slept
of funnel cloud...aspin;
long latent in my mind, it kept,
until it might begin.
It gave me scenes of wrack and rout
by dark tornadic force,
and as it smashed its course about
I felt a dread remorse.
I knew I was within its path
so to a car I fled
and belted in before the wrath
where Mother Nature tread.
And as the car began to lift,
aswirl and abrupt,
that narrative was cast adrift
when eyelids were...re-upped...
and consciousness made its return
as if to cheat my doom,
wherein I hide, then crash and burn,
while sleeping in my room.
1972
It was a fear I thought long past
left from a mighty storm
where school kids had felt the blast
of classrooms losing form.
And afterward we told our mom
we feared the wind would come,
as we slept, like a nightmare bomb,
with not a clue where from.
2024
And no clue now about a fear
as old as second grade;
a lurking trauma souvenir...
from memory's blockade.
Full fifty years it stayed inert.
What brought it to the fore?
Why would a night of rest alert
me to a bygone roar?
Perchance dreams dance in retrospect
and with the years conflate
with memories... to circumspect...
experience from fate.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Anonymous
Cremains
I count the tiles
on the bathroom
floor
as I try to stop
the flashbacks
14 white tiles
my ass fell
asleep an hour ago
start again
Try to stop the
flashbacks
and stay here.
In this moment.
Without you.
17 white tiles.
Start again.
Our last love letters
stay on repeat
long enough that
the ends of my
hair are soaked with
dried sentiments
and a pile of
TP-kleenex
keeps me company
on the blue toilet rug
24 white tiles.
Start again
and I'm trying to stay here.
in this fucking moment
1 white tile.
start again
To not fuck you,
or
drink you
or
busy you
out of my mind,
but to
honor
those final pieces of us.
0 white tiles.
Start again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
To stay here in this
goddamn cunt of a moment.
Feel the pain through
my bones
until my bones
are nothing
but ashes
scattered
like a sacrifice to
an uncaring god.
1 white tile
1 white tile
start again
start again
My hands slide through
my hair and dig into my scalp
and tears trip on my knee
to find a path down the front
of my leg.
baby
I'm going to try
to stay in this moment
because if
pain is beauty
then we
were
fucking
gorgeous
3 white tiles.
Start again.
I think the pain
is the only
piece of our beauty
that we get to keep.
So I'm going
stay quietly,
in this moment
of beautiful agony
until the urge to
breathe in a life
without you
returns
start again
until the
crippled fortnights
pass and
I can walk,
start again
until the springtime
golden hour
fades back
to
black summer.
start again
baby
until my heart
0 white tiles.
start again
on the bathroom
floor
as I try to stop
the flashbacks
14 white tiles
my ass fell
asleep an hour ago
start again
Try to stop the
flashbacks
and stay here.
In this moment.
Without you.
17 white tiles.
Start again.
Our last love letters
stay on repeat
long enough that
the ends of my
hair are soaked with
dried sentiments
and a pile of
TP-kleenex
keeps me company
on the blue toilet rug
24 white tiles.
Start again
and I'm trying to stay here.
in this fucking moment
1 white tile.
start again
To not fuck you,
or
drink you
or
busy you
out of my mind,
but to
honor
those final pieces of us.
0 white tiles.
Start again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
To stay here in this
goddamn cunt of a moment.
Feel the pain through
my bones
until my bones
are nothing
but ashes
scattered
like a sacrifice to
an uncaring god.
1 white tile
1 white tile
start again
start again
My hands slide through
my hair and dig into my scalp
and tears trip on my knee
to find a path down the front
of my leg.
baby
I'm going to try
to stay in this moment
because if
pain is beauty
then we
were
fucking
gorgeous
3 white tiles.
Start again.
I think the pain
is the only
piece of our beauty
that we get to keep.
So I'm going
stay quietly,
in this moment
of beautiful agony
until the urge to
breathe in a life
without you
returns
start again
until the
crippled fortnights
pass and
I can walk,
start again
until the springtime
golden hour
fades back
to
black summer.
start again
baby
until my heart
0 white tiles.
start again
Written by Betty
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KING
the peasant king
of three cats and a dog
reigns over his land
with the grace
of an arch angel
and his walk
is a master's dance
across a carpet
of grass
plush and green
and holy
as the pope's
top sheet
this is
how a king lives,
how a king's sun
rises
and, oh, how blue
his pristine sky
and how beautifully
his garden grows
with only a thousand
weeds a day
amen
of three cats and a dog
reigns over his land
with the grace
of an arch angel
and his walk
is a master's dance
across a carpet
of grass
plush and green
and holy
as the pope's
top sheet
this is
how a king lives,
how a king's sun
rises
and, oh, how blue
his pristine sky
and how beautifully
his garden grows
with only a thousand
weeds a day
amen
Written by javalini
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don't ask me
don't ask me to smile today
as Kurt has sat down his
Jagstang and
picked up a
shotgun
don't ask me to laugh
today as blue ran from
the sky terrified
of man's
waste
don't ask me to cry today as
I let go of love and it fell
from my hands like a
dead bird seeking
comfort in the
cold selfish
earth
don't ask me to wait today
as I have waited long
enough in the dirty
prison of my
life
waiting for something
to return
waiting for something
that has never been
here
waiting for something
that will never
come
confusion
illusion
delusion
as I stand in rapt
amazement as
deep as the seven
seas
and as blind as the
oily scales of
justice
I know
now
heros are cardboard
cut outs on the
back of a
cereal
box
the skies are wiser
than you
and
I
and love is a rotten
fixed carnival
game that
no one
wins
and all that waiting
gets you is
decay
Written by buddhakitty
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these songs in my chest are like birds that can't fly away
I chase down the memory of songs
like music can save me
through these lonely hours
when there's no one to talk to
and my thoughts make me crazy
I ache for touch
and bullshit words
that mean nothing and everything
in this purgatory of existence
because the idea of anything
is like a the spark of a lighter
before the inhale of whatever
is between my fingers
though today there's nothing
in my hands to set ablaze
And I miss the way
you make everything feel alright
like an ocean breeze
slipping through my soul
and carrying away the parts of me
that are best left behind
And I'm sorry I tried
to find salvation in our darkness
I'm sorry the stars
you fall asleep under
won't shine through
the storm clouds in my sky
because I would love to name
the constellations with you
write songs in the dark
with the scars we hide
But you're not here
to calm the restless rage
so I'm chasing the memory
of songs you left in my ribcage
like a tattoo time can't erase
like music can save me
through these lonely hours
when there's no one to talk to
and my thoughts make me crazy
I ache for touch
and bullshit words
that mean nothing and everything
in this purgatory of existence
because the idea of anything
is like a the spark of a lighter
before the inhale of whatever
is between my fingers
though today there's nothing
in my hands to set ablaze
And I miss the way
you make everything feel alright
like an ocean breeze
slipping through my soul
and carrying away the parts of me
that are best left behind
And I'm sorry I tried
to find salvation in our darkness
I'm sorry the stars
you fall asleep under
won't shine through
the storm clouds in my sky
because I would love to name
the constellations with you
write songs in the dark
with the scars we hide
But you're not here
to calm the restless rage
so I'm chasing the memory
of songs you left in my ribcage
like a tattoo time can't erase
Written by Indie
(Miss Indie)
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Zephyr
Passing through a bed of flowers
The gentle wind here blows
Ruffling petals in the breeze
With a sweet scent that flows
Wherever the current takes it
From this river to the meadow
Blossoms dance with vibrance
A breezy ambiance grows
The posies are an assortment
Some red, some pink, some yellow
Grateful for mother nature’s gifts
All that I can see from my window
Written by nightbirdblue
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